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At Your Age
At Your Age
At Your Age
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At Your Age was written in the year 1929 by Francis Scott Fitzgerald. This book is one of the most popular novels of Francis Scott Fitzgerald, and has been translated into several other languages around the world.

This book is published by Booklassic which brings young readers closer to classic literature globally.

LanguageEnglish
PublisherBooklassic
Release dateJul 7, 2015
ISBN9789635220342
At Your Age
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Francis Scott Fitzgerald

Francis Scott Fitzgerald (Saint Paul, 1896-Hollywood, 1940) es considerado uno de los más importantes escritores estadounidenses del siglo XX y el portavoz de la generación perdida. El gran Gatsby se publicó por primera vez en 1925 y fue inmediatamente celebrada como una obra maestra por autores como T. S. Eliot, Gertrude Stein o Edith Wharton.

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    At Your Age - Francis Scott Fitzgerald

    978-963-522-034-2

    Chapter 1

    Tom Squires came into the drug store to buy a toothbrush, a can of talcum, a gargle, Castile soap, Epsom salts and a box of cigars. Having lived alone for many years, he was methodical, and while waiting to be served he held the list in his hand. It was Christmas week and Minneapolis was under two feet of exhilarating, constantly refreshed snow; with his cane Tom knocked two clean crusts of it from his overshoes. Then, looking up, he saw the blonde girl.

    She was a rare blonde, even in that Promised Land of Scandinavians, where pretty blondes are not rare. There was warm color in her cheeks, lips and pink little hands that folded powders into papers; her hair, in long braids twisted about her head, was shining and alive. She seemed to Tom suddenly the cleanest person he knew of, and he caught his breath as he stepped forward and looked into her gray eyes.

    A can of talcum.

    What kind?

    Any kind… . That's fine.

    She looked back at him apparently without self-consciousness, and, as the list melted away, his heart raced with it wildly.

    I am not old, he wanted to say. At fifty I'm younger than most men of forty. Don't I interest you at all?

    But she only said What kind of gargle?

    And he answered, What can you recommend? … That's fine.

    Almost painfully he took his eyes from her, went out and got into his coupé.

    If that young idiot only knew what an old imbecile like me could do for her, he thought humorously—"what worlds I could open out

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